Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
May 6, 2021
"And we begin." The statement from my friend sounded more like a question in a winsome tone of voice as she turned to look at me before she left with kale from my garden for her roadside stand. I understood her perfectly. As counted among those who make their living from the land, we knew how dependent we were on a Higher Power that controls the weather. We knew how powerless we were to provide the needed sunshine and rain. We knew how simply inadequate we were to make a seed sprout and a seedling grow.
But without someone to sow seeds, there would be no harvest. With seeming disregard to...